"You know I will always love you "
"Bitch you better!"
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Taehyung longs for someone to be able to tame him,
Jungkook craves for someone to love and to be loved in return, to distract him from his past and
Jimin just wants someone to hold and pr...
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Jimin whimpered as his back slammed into the cold metal of a locker, the echo ringing down the deserted hallway like a gunshot.
"Yah!" BamBam snarled, breath sour with stale gum and cheap cologne. He shoved Jimin's shoulder harder, the impact rattling the locker doors. "You remember me, huh? Punk? My cousin used to have fun tossing you around before your bitch sister ran her mouth."
"Please— don't— I—" Jimin's voice broke, words slurred by panic. But it didn't matter. BamBam's fist came down hard, cracking across his jaw. Another blow to his ribs. A kick to his shin. Jimin crumpled like paper, arms shielding his head as sneakers slammed into him over and over. He didn't even fight back. He couldn't.
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Taehyung wanted to scream. He hadn't even wanted to come tonight — now here he was, standing in a sweaty house packed with drunk teenagers and bass that rattled his skull. He dodged a girl stumbling past him, hand clamped over her mouth. When she doubled over and nearly puked on his shoes, that was his final straw.
"Nope. I'm done," he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes at the universe. He fished his keys from his pocket, only to remember he'd come with Felix and Rose. Both of them had vanished into the neon chaos.
"Good thing it's not that far," he told himself, pushing through the tangle of bodies and stepping out into the cool night air.
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Meanwhile, Jungkook drifted aimlessly through the party. He'd grown bored an hour ago — not that he'd admit it to Jackson. When he found him, Jackson was draped over Mark and Jinyoung in a corner, all hands and stolen kisses.
"Hyung... Jackson hyung! ... JACKSON!"
Jackson blinked, breathless and dazed. "Huh? Oh — Jungkook! What is it, man?"
Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm out. This is lame. See you later."
Jackson grinned, wrapping an arm around Mark's waist. "Yeah, yeah. Text me when you get home, lover boy."
"Yeah, yeah." Jungkook shook his head, fighting a smile as he left the party behind.
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Somewhere a few blocks away, Jimin dragged himself through the night. His breath came in ragged gasps, each step a stab of pain in his ribs and legs. The bruises throbbed beneath his clothes, sticky and raw where his skin had split. He kept his eyes down, arms wrapped around himself like armor that wasn't there.
